Studio D-Joshler

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Josh and I were laying in bed, just cuddling and watching some movie. He had just gotten home from work and it was raining so we couldn't go to the park like we wanted to. Fucking spring man. "Baby." He whispered. I looked at him. "Let's get married."

"What?"

"I want you to be mine for the rest of my life." I smiled at him and kissed him. "Is that a yes?"

"Yes." I whispered. He got up and smiled, taking something out of his pocket, getting on one knee. Josh opened the box.

"I hope it matches your necklace. Rose gold looks beautiful on you, so."

"I love it, Josh. You did good." He put it on me and I bit my lip. "I need to text my moms."

"They already know. I asked for their blessing."

"And they say chivalry is dead." I replied and took my phone out, texting my family. "Is that even chivalry?"

"I don't know. I don't care." He whispered and laid down, his head in my lap. "I have you."

"And I have you. I need to get you a wedding band now."

"We can match." He muttered and I played with his hair, knowing he loves it.

"Sit up." He groaned and did, letting me lay down. "Come here." He cuddled into me and wrapped his arms around me, clinging to me. I kissed his head and he pulled a blanket over us. "I love you."

"I love you too. Thanks for the cuddles."

"You don't have to be the big spoon all the time." He grinned and I rubbed his side. "You know I love to cuddle."

"In bed with no clothes on." He joked.

"It was three times. Neither of us wanted to put clothes on."

"I was talking about sex, but okay."

"True. I do like sex."

"I know you do, you horny imbecile."

"I'm not an imbecile! You fuck."

"Yes. I do. I fuck you." My face drop and I glared at him. "Baby." He said.

"Don't talk to me."

"Fine." He got up and I pouted, only to have him throw me over his shoulder. I slapped his ass, only to have him spank me in return. I squealed and he carried me upstairs. "Didn't even spank you that hard. You're losing it, T."

"Shut up, Josh."

"It's daddy to you, now. Call me Josh again and I will spank you until your ass it black." He set me on the floor and I smiled. He leaned down and kissed me, only to have me kiss up to his ear.

"Josh." I whispered.

-

I still can't sit. It's been three days. Usually it goes away by now but nope. I HAD TO BE A BRAT AND GET MY ASS SPANKED BY MY DADDY. I regret nothing though. He even came on my face that night so it was a treat in itself.

"Ty! I'm home!" I smiled and got up, walking to the door. I hugged him and he kissed my head. "How are you?" I knew he was talking about my butt.

"Still can't sit. But this princess regrets nothing." I said. He laughed and rubbed my back. "How was work?" I asked as I took his jacket off and hung it, starting towards the kitchen with him following.

"Okay. I guess."

"What's wrong? Your assistant didn't suck your dick hard enough?" I joked.

"You know about that?" He asked seriously. I stopped and turned.

"Joshua Dun. I swear to god, if you're cheating on me." I whispered. He frowned a little and then smiled, laughing. I hit his arm. "That's not funny!" I yelled. Josh grabbed me by my waist and I tried to push him away. "No." I muttered as he tried to kiss me.

He kissed my cheek, muttering an I love you. "You know I would never."

"Don't say that. When I'm old and can't get wet like I can now, I won't blame you."

"That's what lube is for. And spit." He said and I looked at him, letting him peck my lips. "You know I don't like cheaters. I love you. Not anyone else."

"But what if I'm not a good enough wife?" I whispered and looked down.

"You will be a great wife and an even better mom. You are a beautiful, strong young lady. Ty, you're amazing. We've been through this. You are more than enough for me. You made me come out of my shell and open up to you."

"That was so hard. Its like pealing something only to find another layer. And then another. But I love how complex you are." I said and leaned against the kitchen counter. "What do you want for dinner?"

"You." He said and I rolled my eyes. "What? You're hot."

"I know." That made him look accomplished. "Why do you look like that?" I asked.

"Because if your girl -or guy- knows they're beautiful, the significant other has done their job."

"Do you know you are quite dapper?" I asked in a horrible English accent. He laughed and smiled, pulling me against him.

"I'm getting there."

"Oh cmon. You can't have a hot bod like that and think you're not sexy."

"Well, I thought I was ugly before I met you. I always saw you walking around, looking so beautiful. And I just though 'she'll never date me because I'm ugly.'"

"You should've asked me out." I whispered and put my arms around his neck. "I thought you were so attractive the first time I saw you. I couldn't believe I had never seen you. Only to realise that you're shy. I wanted to know you. I wanted you. I noticed your hands. I know. Of all things, the hands. But they were soft, but looked rough. The first time I held your hand, I was thinking 'I'm gonna need to give this boy some lotion.' But I didn't. It's weird, I know."

"Kinda. But it's cute."

"You're cute." He smiled and looked down at the floor, squeezing my waist. "It's true. You are a handsome young man. You have a beautiful soul and personality. Old soul maybe, but I love it."

"What can I say? I like asking permission from the parents."

"I know." He put his hands on my butt.

"Okay?" I nodded and he turned me around. "Let me see." He pulled my shorts down and I held my breath, knowing it was gonna hurt. "I'm not gonna touch. You can breathe." He said and I did. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I asked for it. I like it. Might leave some marks, but I think it's hot. Constant reminder that I'm yours."

"All mine."